This is a collection of brief stories, in a six-panel comic strip format, about a group of Teddy Bears who drink sarsaparilla, play pinochle and get into adventures at the Buckhorn Saloon (modeled after the Buckhorn Saloon in Pinos Altos, New Mexico...
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Biker Raj calmed down. He had been upset that only Dakota had gone to Queuebyccx—but he was still curious. Dakota was, too, and she had actually gone astral traveling.
So they asked, very politely this time, "Please tell us more about Queuebyccx!"
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Randy thought for a while.
"Well, on Queuebyccx, every Bear gets a song."
"What?" they responded.
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He continued. "You each have your own name, don't you?"
"Of course!" they replied.
"On Queuebyccx, each Bear has their own song. And whenever you sing your song—no matter the words or the tune or the tempo—you always feel happy."
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"Could you sing your song for us?" they asked.
"It's kind of private," he hesitated.
They looked crestfallen.
He relented. "Okay, but only for the two of you," he said.
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Excitedly, they followed Randy to a quiet corner of the Buckhorn.
He sang his song for them. By the end, both Biker Raj and Dakota were dancing around.
"That was wonderful!" they exclaimed.
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Dakota and Biker looked at each other. "Maybe we should find our own songs!" Dakota whispered. "Or write them!" said Biker. "Oh, I love that!" she answered.
Randy watched as they skipped out the door, holding hands.
